In terms of population and prosperity, Sanya must be regarded as a first-class big city in the South China Sea in this era, but in fact, Sanya's urban area is not too large, and the population distribution is relatively dense. Once something happens, the gossip of the people will spread quite quickly. It only took a few moments for the Matarans to display the gold bricks at the gate of Fort Victory, and the news had already reached some departments that were particularly sensitive to it.

"Xun Pengcheng, don't doze off!

Xun Pengcheng woke up from his drowsy state, glanced at Xu Zhengye, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper who was spitting in front of him, and didn't react to what happened for a while.

"Don't sit still, you run faster, it'll be gone when it's too late!" Xu Zhengye said as he grabbed Xun Pengcheng's arm and pulled him up from the rattan chair: "I heard that someone transported two truckloads of gold to do something outside the gate of Victory Fort, you hurry over and find out what's going on! I'll leave you a layout of 200 words here, and I will publish it before two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still time to print, you hurry up!"

Xun Pengcheng answered in a daze, and was half-pushed and half-dragged out of the newspaper office by Xu Zhengye, and it was not until the scorching sun at noon shone on his face that he completely woke up from the semi-comatose state just now. Although he didn't like to run this kind of field news, he also knew that the newspaper was indeed without manpower at present, and the editor-in-chief was forced to do so because he had no choice but to cheer up and go to the direction of Victory Square against the sun. Fortunately, the location of the newspaper office is very close to Victory Square, so there is no need to call a rickshaw.

This year is the third year that Xun Pengcheng has become a naturalized Haihan, but life is far from being as good as he expected before he came. He was a talent in the Apocalypse years, and then he took two township exams without getting better results, and there was no good way out in his hometown in Guangdong, so he worked as a teacher in the countryside for two years. At that time, it happened that the Guangzhou Office recruited Ming scholars to settle in Sanya, and in addition to naturalization, it also gave a large amount of placement fees, and also had the opportunity to be assigned to become officials. Xun Pengcheng couldn't stand the persuasion of others, so he gritted his teeth and packed his luggage and came to Sanya, wanting to have a good future.

Xun Pengcheng still had a lot of ambitions when he first arrived in Sanya, he thought that he was also full of sage books, this Haihan didn't even have many readers, so if he wanted to be a county magistrate or something, it was not easy to catch it. But the reality is not as simple as he imagined, Haihan does need a large number of scholars, but there are certain requirements for those who want to be assigned to local officials, and Xun Pengcheng is not very qualified.

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In terms of population and prosperity, Sanya must be regarded as a first-class big city in the South China Sea in this era, but in fact, Sanya's urban area is not too large, and the population distribution is relatively dense. Once something happens, the gossip of the people will spread quite quickly. It only took a few moments for the Matarans to display the gold bricks at the gate of Fort Victory, and the news had already reached some departments that were particularly sensitive to it.

"Xun Pengcheng, don't doze off!

Xun Pengcheng woke up from his drowsy state, glanced at Xu Zhengye, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper who was spitting in front of him, and didn't react to what happened for a while.

"Don't sit still, you run faster, it'll be gone when it's too late!" Xu Zhengye said as he grabbed Xun Pengcheng's arm and pulled him up from the rattan chair: "I heard that someone transported two truckloads of gold to do something outside the gate of Victory Fort, you hurry over and find out what's going on! I'll leave you a layout of 200 words here, and I will publish it before two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still time to print, you hurry up!"

Xun Pengcheng answered in a daze, and was half-pushed and half-dragged out of the newspaper office by Xu Zhengye, and it was not until the scorching sun at noon shone on his face that he completely woke up from the semi-comatose state just now. Although he didn't like to run this kind of field news, he also knew that the newspaper was indeed without manpower at present, and the editor-in-chief was forced to do so because he had no choice but to cheer up and go to the direction of Victory Square against the sun. Fortunately, the location of the newspaper office is very close to Victory Square, so there is no need to call a rickshaw.

This year is the third year that Xun Pengcheng has become a naturalized Haihan, but life is far from being as good as he expected before he came. He was a talent in the Apocalypse years, and then he took two township exams without getting better results, and there was no good way out in his hometown in Guangdong, so he worked as a teacher in the countryside for two years. At that time, it happened that the Guangzhou Office recruited Ming scholars to settle in Sanya, and in addition to naturalization, it also gave a large amount of placement fees, and also had the opportunity to be assigned to become officials. Xun Pengcheng couldn't stand the persuasion of others, so he gritted his teeth and packed his luggage and came to Sanya, wanting to have a good future.

Xun Pengcheng still had a lot of ambitions when he first arrived in Sanya, he thought that he was also full of sage books, this Haihan didn't even have many readers, so if he wanted to be a county magistrate or something, it was not easy to catch it. But the reality is not as simple as he imagined, Haihan does need a large number of scholars, but there are certain requirements for those who want to be assigned to local officials, and Xun Pengcheng is not very qualified. In terms of population and prosperity, Sanya must be regarded as a first-class big city in the South China Sea in this era, but in fact, Sanya's urban area is not too large, and the population distribution is relatively dense. Once something happens, the gossip of the people will spread quite quickly. It only took a few moments for the Matarans to display the gold bricks at the gate of Fort Victory, and the news had already reached some departments that were particularly sensitive to it.

"Xun Pengcheng, don't doze off!

Xun Pengcheng woke up from his drowsy state, glanced at Xu Zhengye, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper who was spitting in front of him, and didn't react to what happened for a while.

"Don't sit still, you run faster, it'll be gone when it's too late!" Xu Zhengye said as he grabbed Xun Pengcheng's arm and pulled him up from the rattan chair: "I heard that someone transported two truckloads of gold to do something outside the gate of Victory Fort, you hurry over and find out what's going on! I'll leave you a layout of 200 words here, and I will publish it before two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still time to print, you hurry up!"

Xun Pengcheng answered in a daze, and was half-pushed and half-dragged out of the newspaper office by Xu Zhengye, and it was not until the scorching sun at noon shone on his face that he completely woke up from the semi-comatose state just now. Although he didn't like to run this kind of field news, he also knew that the newspaper was indeed without manpower at present, and the editor-in-chief was forced to do so because he had no choice but to cheer up and go to the direction of Victory Square against the sun. Fortunately, the location of the newspaper office is very close to Victory Square, so there is no need to call a rickshaw.

This year is the third year that Xun Pengcheng has become a naturalized Haihan, but life is far from being as good as he expected before he came. He was a talent in the Apocalypse years, and then he took two township exams without getting better results, and there was no good way out in his hometown in Guangdong, so he worked as a teacher in the countryside for two years. At that time, it happened that the Guangzhou Office recruited Ming scholars to settle in Sanya, and in addition to naturalization, it also gave a large amount of placement fees, and also had the opportunity to be assigned to become officials. Xun Pengcheng couldn't stand the persuasion of others, so he gritted his teeth and packed his luggage and came to Sanya, wanting to have a good future.

Xun Pengcheng still had a lot of ambitions when he first arrived in Sanya, he thought that he was also full of sage books, this Haihan didn't even have many readers, so if he wanted to be a county magistrate or something, it was not easy to catch it. But the reality is not as simple as he imagined, Haihan does need a large number of scholars, but there are certain requirements for those who want to be assigned to local officials, and Xun Pengcheng is not very qualified. In terms of population and prosperity, Sanya must be regarded as a first-class big city in the South China Sea in this era, but in fact, Sanya's urban area is not too large, and the population distribution is relatively dense. Once something happens, the gossip of the people will spread quite quickly. It only took a few moments for the Matarans to display the gold bricks at the gate of Fort Victory, and the news had already reached some departments that were particularly sensitive to it.

"Xun Pengcheng, don't doze off!

Xun Pengcheng woke up from his drowsy state, glanced at Xu Zhengye, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper who was spitting in front of him, and didn't react to what happened for a while.

"Don't sit still, you run faster, it'll be gone when it's too late!" Xu Zhengye said as he grabbed Xun Pengcheng's arm and pulled him up from the rattan chair: "I heard that someone transported two truckloads of gold to do something outside the gate of Victory Fort, you hurry over and find out what's going on! I'll leave you a layout of 200 words here, and I will publish it before two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still time to print, you hurry up!"

Xun Pengcheng answered in a daze, and was half-pushed and half-dragged out of the newspaper office by Xu Zhengye, and it was not until the scorching sun at noon shone on his face that he completely woke up from the semi-comatose state just now. Although he didn't like to run this kind of field news, he also knew that the newspaper was indeed without manpower at present, and the editor-in-chief was forced to do so because he had no choice but to cheer up and go to the direction of Victory Square against the sun. Fortunately, the location of the newspaper office is very close to Victory Square, so there is no need to call a rickshaw.

This year is the third year that Xun Pengcheng has become a naturalized Haihan, but life is far from being as good as he expected before he came. He was a talent in the Apocalypse years, and then he took two township exams without getting better results, and there was no good way out in his hometown in Guangdong, so he worked as a teacher in the countryside for two years. At that time, it happened that the Guangzhou Office recruited Ming scholars to settle in Sanya, and in addition to naturalization, it also gave a large amount of placement fees, and also had the opportunity to be assigned to become officials. Xun Pengcheng couldn't stand the persuasion of others, so he gritted his teeth and packed his luggage and came to Sanya, wanting to have a good future.

Xun Pengcheng still had a lot of ambitions when he first arrived in Sanya, he thought that he was also full of sage books, this Haihan didn't even have many readers, so if he wanted to be a county magistrate or something, it was not easy to catch it. But the reality is not as simple as he imagined, Haihan does need a large number of scholars, but there are certain requirements for those who want to be assigned to local officials, and Xun Pengcheng is not very qualified. In terms of population and prosperity, Sanya must be regarded as a first-class big city in the South China Sea in this era, but in fact, Sanya's urban area is not too large, and the population distribution is relatively dense. Once something happens, the gossip of the people will spread quite quickly. It only took a few moments for the Matarans to display the gold bricks at the gate of Fort Victory, and the news had already reached some departments that were particularly sensitive to it.

"Xun Pengcheng, don't doze off!

Xun Pengcheng woke up from his drowsy state, glanced at Xu Zhengye, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper who was spitting in front of him, and didn't react to what happened for a while.

"Don't sit still, you run faster, it'll be gone when it's too late!" Xu Zhengye said as he grabbed Xun Pengcheng's arm and pulled him up from the rattan chair: "I heard that someone transported two truckloads of gold to do something outside the gate of Victory Fort, you hurry over and find out what's going on! I'll leave you a layout of 200 words here, and I will publish it before two o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still time to print, you hurry up!"

Xun Pengcheng answered in a daze, and was half-pushed and half-dragged out of the newspaper office by Xu Zhengye, and it was not until the scorching sun at noon shone on his face that he completely woke up from the semi-comatose state just now. Although he didn't like to run this kind of field news, he also knew that the newspaper was indeed without manpower at present, and the editor-in-chief was forced to do so because he had no choice but to cheer up and go to the direction of Victory Square against the sun. Fortunately, the location of the newspaper office is very close to Victory Square, so there is no need to call a rickshaw.

This year is the third year that Xun Pengcheng has become a naturalized Haihan, but life is far from being as good as he expected before he came. He was a talent in the Apocalypse years, and then he took two township exams without getting better results, and there was no good way out in his hometown in Guangdong, so he worked as a teacher in the countryside for two years. At that time, it happened that the Guangzhou Office recruited Ming scholars to settle in Sanya, and in addition to naturalization, it also gave a large amount of placement fees, and also had the opportunity to be assigned to become officials. Xun Pengcheng couldn't stand the persuasion of others, so he gritted his teeth and packed his luggage and came to Sanya, wanting to have a good future.

Xun Pengcheng still had a lot of ambitions when he first arrived in Sanya, he thought that he was also full of sage books, this Haihan didn't even have many readers, so if he wanted to be a county magistrate or something, it was not easy to catch it. But the reality is not as simple as he imagined, Haihan does need a large number of scholars, but there are certain requirements for those who want to be assigned to local officials, and Xun Pengcheng is not very qualified.

(End of chapter)